Samandriel wasn't sure why he was being hugged, but he couldn't deny that it filled him with a kind of warmth he hadn't anticipated. His arms wrapped over Mitchell's shoulders, face burrowing automatically against the vampire's neck as he melted into it. If he could have, he would've stretched his wings and wrapped those around the other man as well to keep them both safe and warm in whatever protection he could offer. He didn't though, and he doubted that even if he did, Mitchell would be aware of it the same way he would have.
Something this nice wasn't what Samandriel expected. It shouldn't have been too much of a surprise when his now all too human instincts took over with the smell of Mitchell right there in his nostrils, the press of their bodies together, and the foreign feeling of safety surrounding him. And yet, in some ways it was unexpected even for Samandriel when his nose brushed against stubble rough skin and he found himself going for his first kiss as well just as gently as his initial touches had been.